In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

(二九五四 六二三 一三)

In the conference room, the commander-in-chief was a little thirsty, and he finally stopped cursing for half an hour.

The short and fat high-level undead slapped the battle report on the conference table with an extremely gloomy expression.

A pair of small green bean-like eyes were squeezed into the fat face, and his gaze swept over the undead leaders sitting in front of him.

The one closest to him was the leader of the bungee air raid team, Snitch Zombie Reesebangui.

This high-level undead has a sleek cropped haircut, and wears a red jacket with asymmetrical left and right sleeves, brown baggy trousers, and a pair of polished leather shoes.

There were circles of thick hemp rope tied around his waist, a quiver containing a short bow and a marked target slung across his back, and a sharp hunting knife tied to his leg.

At this moment, the commander's blood-red eyes were full of fatigue, looking drowsy.

Not far from Resai Bangui, there is a young man dressed very fashionably.

The orange afro is paired with star-shaped sunglasses, and the blue costume is dotted with countless sparkling sequins, which is also very eye-catching in the conference room.

He crossed his legs in a nonchalant way, showing off his unique pair of dancing shoes. Through the glass on the soles, two goldfish swimming could be clearly seen.

He didn't care at all about the commander-in-chief's eyes full of disgust. After all, in the eyes of young people, this fat man was a representative of old-fashioned and conservative, and had nothing to do with the trend.

Therefore, Dennis the Dance King Zombie, the most dazzling rock star in War Zone 59, has no intention of showing his good looks to the commander-in-chief.

Opposite Dennis was a tall, handsome man.

His snow-white hair looked even more dazzling under the light after taking off his helmet.

With a stern face, exquisite facial features, and a domineering temperament exuding from every gesture, it should be said that this outstanding face is indeed impeccable.

Especially with the muscular body hidden under the jet black football armor, this commander is worthy of the reputation of "the dream lover of countless women" in the empire.

Ingram, the football zombie, comes from the famous Dak family in the empire.

A military and political family that has been serving the imperial military since Dr. George Edgar, the king of zombies, became the supreme head of the empire.

The infamous "Black Death" in War Zone 59 has already soaked his hands with the blood of countless spiritual warriors.

Even the commander-in-chief now has to show respect to Ingram on the surface.

He was also the only one among the many leaders present who wore wireless headphones to enjoy the music throughout the meeting.

In the far corner of the conference room, sat a huge figure as silent as a mountain.

It not only refers to the fact that he never spoke a word after entering the venue, but also refers to his body as tall as a mountain.

The giant zombie named Gargantel sat quietly in his seat, saying nothing, except for the occasional movement of his blood-colored eyes as big as copper bells.

Even so, he also gave other undead leaders a great sense of oppression.

However, apart from Ingram, there is another leader of the undead present who is not affected by Gargantar at all.

It was the thin, middle-aged man who looked very inconspicuous and had thinning hair sitting opposite Reesebanji.

In the eyes of his colleagues around him, even though he had just listened to the rants for half an hour, he was still flipping through the old yellowed newspaper in his hand unhurriedly.

A pair of thick square-framed glasses, a patchwork black suit, paired with a pair of nondescript flower pants and a pair of slippers.

But all the undead who are familiar with this leader know that under this seemingly idle disguise, there is extremely terrifying combat power and wisdom hidden.

Newspaper-reading zombie Newpe Seymour is a veteran figure at War Base No. 59. He is a high-level undead who has experienced hundreds of battles and is nicknamed "Second Master".

In addition, the leaders participating in this meeting include the diving zombie Swick, the escalator zombie Longden, and the shooting cart zombie Bastiball...

There were dozens of commanders, large and small, all sitting in their own seats, with different attitudes toward the meeting.

Some looked calm, some didn't care, and some even had ulterior motives.

Although the current commander-in-chief of War Base No. 59 is somewhat capable, he is still no match for the hidden war garden owners sent by the Federation to War Zone No. 59.

This also resulted in the empire's results in Theater 59 not being as ideal as the military staff had imagined.

Especially after hearing that the commander-in-chief sent all the troops of a group army to War Garden No. 5927, but still failed to capture it.

After wanting to mobilize other armies for support, they found that the three armies that could be mobilized were abruptly delayed by War Garden No. 5976.

An entire army group was wiped out, dealing a heavy blow to the empire.

Dozens of military staff members collectively submitted a letter, requesting the Imperial Military God who focused on the first battlefield to take time to severely hold the commander-in-chief of War Base No. 59 accountable.

And this news, very "coincidentally", spread throughout the war base.

Now, the commanders who were already very dissatisfied with the current commander-in-chief became even more "rebellious".

It's just a daily operation to be both positive and negative, and it's just commonplace for each side to take sides.

What's more, they even began to resell military supplies to homeless people and even hostile federal war gardens.

Of course, the commander who made this last bizarre operation to capitalize on the enemy has been executed on the spot, and his body is still hanging on the outermost wall of the base to dry.

However, with such huge losses, the commander-in-chief's military career will soon come to an end.

The two war gardens cost the empire more than two armies, and the military even wanted to drain this fat man's body fat to light sky lanterns.

Many commanders began to make moves, thinking about who would take over the position of commander-in-chief.

At this moment, a guard at the door of the conference room came in and reported that Commander Dark Iron had returned to the war base.

In an instant, the commander-in-chief's mood improved a lot.

After all, Dark Iron had successfully captured the Federation's War Garden No. 5926 not long ago with only a small group of elite troops and a large number of low-level undead.

Compared with those commanders in the base who love to fish and paddle, Antie is the good young man he values ​​the most now.

The commander-in-chief nodded and instructed the guards to let the iron barrel zombies in.

An Tie slowly walked into the conference room and successfully attracted the attention of almost everyone in the room in an instant.

Flitwick, who was standing on the barricade above his head, smiled at him, Schweik, who was holding a breathing tube, glanced at him, and Bastiball, who was there, looked at him with a look full of scrutiny.

Even Gargantel and Newpeximo briefly glanced at him.

Of course, Ingram is an exception. The black-clad football zombie is still immersed in his own music, seemingly ignoring everyone present.

"Antie, are you back?"

The corners of the Commander's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled at the Iron Barrel Zombie. His tone was very kind, like an old man who cared about young people.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

An Tie did not avoid the commander's gaze, but just nodded to him.

"Look at Dark Iron's performance, and then look at you, a bunch of trash.

I have nothing more to say, so let’s leave the meeting. "

The commander-in-chief waved his hand and announced that the meeting was over. He walked to An Tie's side, patted the iron barrel zombie on the shoulder, and walked out of the conference room without saying a word.

"Come to my office later, I want to talk to you."

Antie stood quietly aside, away from the door of the conference room, and one by one the leaders stood up and passed by him.

Flitwick approached the Iron Barrel Zombie with a playful smile: "Brother Dark Iron, it seems that the Commander-in-Chief has something to ask you. However, you should still remember what I told you before, right?"

What the Roadblock Zombie said was clear to Dark Iron.

"I said, I will think about it."

"Brother Dark Iron, please continue to think about it, but time... is running out."

Flitwick smiled without a smile, deliberately lengthened the last part of his tone, and walked past the iron barrel zombie.

After all the commanders left the conference room, An Tie took a long breath and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

It seems that I have no choice but to make a choice.

Since we can't avoid getting involved, we can only participate in it.

At least, we must grasp our own destiny and the destiny of our brothers...